All Girl Massage Update - Mommy's Achy Boobs

Isabella Nice lights up when she sees Bridgette B walk through the door. Her step-mom’s tired. That bra’s been pinching her all damn day and she can’t wait to rip it off. Watching her squeeze those heavy tits together, Isabella feels her mouth go dry. She knows she shouldn’t stare, but she can’t look away. Then Bridgette hugs her close, and the press of that warm chest knocks the thought right out of her head. “I’ll fix this,” Isabella promises herself, breath catching. She tells Bridgette she’s running to the mall for something that’ll actually help. When she comes back she skips the new bra and turns the living room into a dim, candle-flickering parlor instead. Towels, oils, mood already humming. Bridgette pauses in the doorway, brow raised. Isabella explains. Her mother’s boobs hurt—why not let her try? Bridgette resists, then sighs. She pulls her shirt over her head. Pale tits tumble free, stiff-nippled from the cold air and something else. Isabella’s hands find the soft weight. The first long glide up the under-curve makes them both exhale harder than they mean to. Bridgette’s voice drops. “More?” Without waiting, she strips the rest of her clothes, legs bare and open. Isabella keeps her voice steady while every pulse in her body thunders. Slick palms slide from the heavy mounds, down soft stomach, until fingers brush heat and stop. The room feels too small for the electricity crawling under both their skins. Tension coils, tight, ready to snap. Bridgette’s gaze burns, waiting to see how far this “comfort” is going to go.